Does Prayer Matter?

by Shirlee Vandegrift

This week I was blessed with an answer to a prayer I never uttered. Someone must have been praying for me recently.

I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Plus about 6 years ago. It is a progressive and not curable disease.  It saps my strength, sometimes gradually, often suddenly.  I’m told I don’t look sick (whatever that looks like) and for most of the last six years I haven’t minded having it. Many people have prayed for me and continue to do so. Prayer matters! Have you ever been prayed for?  Do you know what it’s like? If not, contact me and I will personally see to it that you are prayed for and, Lord willing, you will know it.

For the past 12 years or so I have been privileged to be a part of the Senior Adult Ministry at my church. I was 65 when I told Jesus I would go wherever he led me, and with the guidance of a very special pastor who walks with Jesus, I have grown to appreciate the power of prayer as I have followed Our Savior. It is not easy for me to pray, not having done it for most of my now 77 years, but if I have learned anything I have learned that prayer matters.  It matters!

As my Parkinson progresses my losses are more apparent; teeny handwriting, stooped posture, walking difficulty, and extreme weariness. The not so apparent are things like eating and sleeping problems and weakness. It is not so bad yet.  I know the tough part is probably ahead of me and although I wonder what the future will bring I am comforted by the talks I have with God.  I am consoled by the prayers of others, many unknown to me.

I knew the day would come when I had to turn over my responsibilities to someone else because I just didn’t have the physical strength to get to church and to the other places the job required.  It was time, and I did let go, reluctantly.  Oh, how it hurt.  The special pastor, my ‘boss’ and my friend, gave me a special opportunity to be a part of a prayer team. You can pray anywhere.  We want our church to be known as a church that prays.  Prayer matters!  I know it, I’ve experienced it. But in this case the knowledge just didn’t reach my heart, and I was sad. I was disappearing.

And then, a couple of mornings ago, I picked up a daily devotional from a table at home and opened it to the day’s reading.   The book is about hearing your Father’s Voice.

As I read that day’s entry I heard Him say:

“There are many people at work in my kingdom.  Some work before crowds, preaching the deeds of my Son before kings. Others work behind the scenes in quiet ways. All have a voice; all are used by my Spirit to bring life…..

……….My child, no job in my kingdom is ever too small. I have special tasks for you and you alone. So do what you’ve been given to do. I will bless your willingness to complete your task with the power of my Spirit.”

I got the message. And then I picked up a wonderful magazine of support and encouragement that I subscribe to and came upon an article titled “Don’t Let Chronic Illness Hold You Back -from the life and ministry you love.”  The author had some very helpful hints on how to stay involved through your illness. She also suggested you “Write down your hopes and dreams and put them in a place where you can see them daily to fuel your determination.”  It was written for me. It gave me permission to have hopes and dreams.  It is not too late.

My dark mood of the past couple of months lifted at once. I knew, and know, that those two messages were specifically for me as the result of a prayer. Maybe the prayer came from a friend, but maybe the prayer was passed along to the “Prayer Answerer” by Jesus because He knew my hurt and confusion. Whatever the means, prayer mattered.  It always does.

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What Child Is This?

I have been asked to bring a message at a Christmas Brunch for Senior Adults using the title, “What Child Is This?” The question could be answered with one word or expanded upon for hours. I will be expected to speak for 30 minutes.

As I think about what skeleton to use for this talk many ideas flood my mind. I could talk about the hymn written in 1865 by a 29 year old man bedridden with a serious illness. I could talk about the humble beginnings of God becoming man. I could dig up an old song I wrote myself, “Our God Broke into History in the Form of a Man.” I could make them sing my song. That would guarantee that I would not be invited to speak at this event again. I could go theological and declare that Jesus was born a King, or, I could somehow relate the talk to the Christmas gifts that those who attend are bringing for children.

I need to pray, “Father, I thank you for this invitation to speak. You know who will be coming and what they need to hear. You know how I am knit and how you need to speak to me in order for me to understand your thoughts. Please clear my head of any ideas that would clutter your message. I pray that you will write this talk through me and deliver it to the hearts of those who will be listening. May it be 30 minutes well spent as we speak on a topic of Holy Ground but wrap it in the joy known by children at Christmas. May laughter prepare the way for life giving truth. Thank you for my own senior friends who will be praying as I prepare and as I speak. I want this talk to be my gift to you, Lord Jesus, Amen.”

I would welcome your thoughts in the building of this message. I will be looking for your comments on this blog.

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We Need to Live More at Home

“We need to live more at home” is a phrase-borrowed from Amy Carmichael’s devotional book, Edges of His Ways, dated November 9. She talks about God being our home and begins a poem with “Home of our hearts…”

I wonder if both children and older people share a propensity for “homesickness.” Children miss their homes when they are away from them. As older people we miss the places and times when we felt at home.

For some of us, our churches don’t feel like home anymore. For most of us, our country doesn’t feel like home. God’s Word tells us that, as citizens of heaven, we are strangers and aliens in a foreign world. But, if God Himself is our home, we have an unchanging access to intimacy and rest.

What do we need to do to live more at home?

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Raising the Bar

I made arrangements this week to meet one of our Senior Adult men at a residential facility where his wife is being cared for in her last stages of life with dementia. The facility was attractive. The staff was welcoming and kind.

I arrived a few minutes early so I was waiting when this distinguished gentleman walked in. He was pleased to see me and seemed proud to be able to introduce me to his wife. When the door to her locked unit was opened with a keypad, he said, “Oh, there she is ready for us.” I followed his lead and saw an elegant lady, well dressed, and well groomed seated by a table.

Her husband pulled out a chair for me, as I knew he would, and then went to the other side of the table. He said, “She expects me to be sitting on this side.”

He grasped her hand and she grasped his. He tried several times to get her to respond to her name but she did not speak. She kept her eyes closed. He gently lifted her eyelids and they stayed open, but I am not sure that she saw anything.

He said that last week someone with a guitar sang, “You Are My Sunshine” and his wife sang along.

I said, “Well, let’s try to sing it.” We did, and her mouth did try to form a few of the words.

This is the final inning of a 57-year-old marriage. I asked the husband if it was hard to visit. He said, “Coming to see her is the highlight of my week. I drive an hour to get here. I come every other day. When I leave I can’t wait to get back.”

When I told him he was a model of faithfulness, he referenced his vow.

Love plus vow yields an invincible commitment.

I asked if I could pray. When I did the wife sat motionless and the husband wept. I knew I was walking on Holy Ground as I quietly excused myself.

How, other than reminding us of our marriage vows, can this story impact our lives?

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Thoughts on Prayer

(from brothers and sisters around the world).

Last week I had the stunning privilege of talking to a group of international guests and asking them to teach me what God was teaching them about prayer.

The first to respond was a lady from a communist country where the church is “underground.” She said that in 1975 all Christian work was stopped by the government. “We prayed because we couldn’t do anything but pray. What we learned is that as we prayed whole tribes would come down from the mountains wanting to worship/looking for Jesus.

One man just walked circles around the tribe that was on his heart. He just walked and prayed.” She summarized by saying, “Tell God what you want. Tell Him what is on your heart and then thank Him.”

Another guest told of his experience visiting South Korea. He said, “There are armies of believers that pray every hour of every day.” He told of a place in Indonesia where after one hour the people who are praying are told they must leave. That is because the place only holds 25,000 and there is another 25,000 outside waiting to get in and pray. This guest talked about a special dynamic that is evidenced when people come together in prayer. He said that it must be “travailing” prayer. When asked how these prayer meetings were structured he said, “No one is in charge. People just come and go as they can. They just come to pray.”

Then a guest from another part of the world talked about his mentor who prayed and fasted one day each week and also 40 days each year. This man, who heads up a large mission work, has hired someone to pray 24 hours a day. He is called the “watchman at the gate.” This country has genocide in its history. Healing has to take place before intercession can begin. The leaders watch first for healing, which empowers forgiveness. Intercession is being organized throughout the whole country.

The next person to contribute said, with passion, “Prayer is whatever happens in your relationship with God. Sometimes in the relationship you will have to use words, as well.” He went on to explain, “If I say I am in a relationship with God and I don’t miss prayer than I have to ask if I really am in a relationship?” He further explained, “Prayer is not just conversation, it is submitting to whatever your situation is. If what we teach about prayer does not become a part of our lives it is boring.”

The following comments were made randomly but with intensity:

“The best time of prayer for me is when I am washing dishes. I choose to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen because it is a job no one else wants to do and it gives me time alone with God.”

“In the early church collective prayer is described.  The disciples were devoted to prayer as a group. God was always after the group. He loves to see his people together. The community that prays together has power. He then conceded that there are certain times when private/alone time with God is important. He concluded by warning not to measure prayer by what happens in a large worship service on a Sunday morning.”

“Don’t put all the burden of prayer on a Sunday Prayer Service. There needs to be a balance between structure and freedom. Freedom of expression in prayer is meant for small groups. Prayer is being in communication with God.”

We then heard from a physician who talked about prayer for a struggling hospital. She said they prayed in anguish, “O Lord, show us what do.” Prayer needs to continue until you see a breakthrough. Prayer is prompted by a burden. Ask God to give you a burden. Group prayer is prompted as you transparently share the burden. “Lord, you have given us this burden…”

The next guest began with a question. “Why are 90% of those who pray women?” He finally got the answer he was looking for, “Because women are more relational and prayer is a relationship.” “It is also an acknowledgment of weakness.” He talked about a radical transformation in his own life when he recognized that prayer is not about getting God’s stuff. It’s about getting God. It is about tapping into the Supernatural Himself. “We are dependent on the Holy Spirit to teach us”.  When I asked him to talk about praise and prayer he said they were conjoined twin sisters.

A concluding comment came from a guest who referenced the story in Acts which tells of evangelists arriving in Europe sent from a small group of women praying.

I am so grateful for this time with these international guests. I will ponder these thoughts. I want to stop writing now and pray.

Reflections by Roselyn 10/30/12

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Finding Family

When a person nears 70 and has no biological family, the search for family becomes relevant. As I have reflected on this past weekend, I am recognizing that I am in a family that God has designed.

On Thursday night, my text message “dinged” periodically as I followed the progress of my 26-year-old friend who was becoming a father for the first time. His skin is darker than mine but we are family.

On Friday, I ran into difficulty hooking up a DVD player to a TV, Cable box, and Sound bar. I knew whom to call. I knew it was his day off but I could call him anyway because we are family. Oh, by the way, his skin is a different color than mine.

When asked on an application who to call in case of an emergency I wrote the name of a friend I knew would be fine with being woken up in the middle of the night and would be there for me. I rarely think of her skin being of a different color than mine because we are family.

Tomorrow I will be contributing to a church staff prayer meeting. I will use a song from a CD that was given me by a believer half way around the world. She composed both the words and the music. In just a few times together during these past two weeks our souls have knit. Her skin is of a different color but we are family.

I am so grateful that when the disciples asked Jesus to teach them to pray the first word he used was “Our.”

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A New Baby and an Old Man

Today I visited a new baby in his home. The baby is five days old. His parents beheld him with a sense of reverence as they took delight in his few minutes of being wide awake. It was a joy for me to hold him and share in the wonder of this new life.

Before I left we leaned over the baby, who was cuddled in his father’s arms, thanked God for knitting him together in his mother’s womb and for making him physically perfect. We prayed that he become an image bearer of Jesus. It was good to be embraced by the miracle of birth.

I then picked up my husband and we drove to the home of a ninety one year old man who is now on hospice home care. This man is one I have known for several years. He and his wife have been pillars in our Senior Adult Ministry.

He was propped in a large chair, wearing pajamas and a robe. He, like the baby described above, needed to be carried from his bed this morning. After a gracious greeting he told me he had been praying all weekend to go home and be with Jesus. He looked deep into my eyes and asked, “What possible use can I be now?”

I asked him to reflect on his life and give me three things that he would want a five-day-old baby to know.

He took a deep breath and said, 1) Believe that the Lord Jesus died for your sins, 2) God is always in control, and 3) Ask and you will receive.

I thanked him for these wise comments and promised to pass them along to the parents of the baby.

Remembering this old man needed meaning and purpose I told him he could be praying for this baby.

The old man said, “Let’s do that right now.”.

The prayer went something like this, “Thank You, Lord, for the gift you have given to these parents by the loving arms of Jesus. May your rich blessing be upon this child and may he grow to know Jesus as his Lord and Savior.”

I believe the life of this baby will be different because of the prayers of this dying man. I am not usually one to focus on numbers but today I calculated that the old man had lived 33,239 days. The baby had lived 5 days.

Lord, teach us to number our days that we may be a blessing to the generations to follow. Today I celebrated a new life and an old life well lived. Thank you, Lord, for a new baby and an old man.

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And Close the Path to Misery

Sometimes when I have trouble praying I go to my old hymnbook and look for something that will give me a jump-start. This morning I was impacted by these words from an advent hymn dated 1710. The first lines are “O come, O come Emmanuel” but the lines that grabbed my attention were in the last verse: “Make safe the way that leads on high and close the path to misery.”

I am sure a case can be made for the author to have been referring to the redemption that becomes available through the coming of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

But today, these words spoke to me on a smaller scale. I have recognized that there is a thought pattern path in my life that leads to misery. When I allow the enemy to deliver fear along this path my joy vanishes.

My prayer today is that the Holy Spirit closes this path for me. I seem helpless to do it on my own. I am asking God to put up a detour sign on the path that leads to misery and direct me, instead, to the way that leads on high.

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Glimpses of Glory

Most days seem to run their course and, if anyone would ask us to report the highlights, we would sort through the routines looking for something interesting to tell. But then, there are those breakthrough moments when we become aware that there is an alignment between the desires of our heart and the reality of our experience.

The old hymn writer puts it this way, “hast thou not seen how all thy longings have been granted in what He ordainth?” When we get a glimpse of our experiences actually being that for which we have longed, rather than something with which to cope, we are moved to worship. May God open our eyes to these glimpses of glory.

When we find a thread in our life that doesn’t seem to have a purpose may we trust that it is being woven into a story yet to be revealed. May our glimpses of glory give us courage to praise and resound to the praise of His glory.

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There Is More to the Story

Psalm 16 is a story of David placing his trust in God and being confident that God will protect him. David knows that he will eventually die but he is not afraid in this particular circumstance. Somehow God has assured him that he will be safe.

The story of Psalm 16 is told again in Acts 2. This time Peter is telling the story and this time the promises are applied to Jesus and his resurrection from the dead. A resurrection from the dead is a far more dramatic story than a person being temporarily protected from death. This is, indeed, an understatement!

NT Wright describes this double meaning story as, “the Divine Author intending more than the human author understands.” There is more to the story!

I wonder if this is also true of our personal stories. Are our stories an understatement too? Is there more to our story that God will one day reveal to someone else?

I believe that God is writing a story in and through your life that is far more than you can grasp. Someday we will celebrate our stories and stand amazed. Until then, we will trust the Author and let Him write.

-Roselyn

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